It’s tough to be downunder sometimes, you’re always waiting for whatever’s dropped north-side of the globe, gauging reactions, anticipating, hustling to get your hands on that release you think it going to be errrrrything to you.
And so it was for Superstitious, the result of a collaboration between a superstar of the niche perfume world, Frederic Malle, perfumer Dominique Ropion (creator of Alien, Deep Euphoria, Flowerbomb and a bunch of others including Portrait of a Lady for Malle) and Alber Elbaz (of Lanvin, need I say more).
I had heard SUCH amazing things about this scent, its OTT aldehydes (yaas), its overdose of indolic jasmine (please god), how intoxicating and nuanced and masterful the whole thing was. Finally, I had the opportunity to review Superstitious for the lovely Olivia at PAR, Olive, and I meant what I said about this being a future classic, with an incredible structure and composition that mimics a couture gown – surface sensuality upheld by complex corsetry.
But I just couldn’t love it.
A conservative walk-though spray left me sudsy but puzzled. A generous dousing, and I felt pounded by the message (clean!dirty!clean!) but never seduced by the juice, and usually jasmine makes me weak at the knees. I just couldn’t fall for the damn thing and I felt defeated by that. It was a future masterpiece and everyone said so, including me!
Well, the uncompromising Liam Sardea of Olfactics rescued me from my despair, articulating all my suspicions about Superstitious (sorry couldn’t resist). He perfectly describes the control that’s exercised over the elements of Superstitious, the pushing and pulling and knob twiddling of notes that makes me want to start a #freesuperstitious campaign. Because those jasmine notes want to be emancipated, to guzzle all that sparking dry champagne, get in with the peach and dirty all that over-starched white laundry right up.
Who’s with me?
For those who are into control, Editions de Parfums by Frederic Malle Superstitious, is $402 from Mecca Cosmetica